For as long as I remember, I’ve always been considered as “young” by people around me, and hence, myself too.
Perhaps it’s the chubby cheeks that make me look even younger. I hardly don’t get checked for my age wherever age limit is applicable.
Just a few months ago (when I was 19 going 20), a group of acquaintances asked another acquaintance of theirs to guess my age. This 15-year-old boy first guessed 17. They told him that it’s wrong. And he started guessing 16 and 15! Instead of 18 and 19. Boy, do I look that young? I’m 20!
A few days ago, I was walking past a big group of Secondary School kids.
As I was walking past(/through) them towards the carpark, APB made some wolf-whistles alike sounds (Zuuuk!). I was embarrassed of course.
But what made me mention this, is a response from APG..
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“Please la! You’re not her type la! She so OLD already!”
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First time in my life I’m being called old. I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry, to feel flattered or insulted. 
